Obits: The Ouachita Telegraph 1878 Obits, Morehouse parish excerpts These older obituaries are being transcribed by Ms. Lora Peppers at the Ouachita Parish Library. We would like to thank Lora Peppers for sharing her work with the Morehouse Parish Archives Project. Thanks Lora! ********************************************** Copyright. All rights reserved. http://usgwarchives.net/copyright.htm http://usgwarchives.net/la/lafiles.htm ********************************************** TIPS FOR SEARCHING RECORDS ON THE INTERNET Netscape & Ms Explorer users: If you are searching for a particular surname, locality or date while going through the records in the archives or anywhere....try these few steps: 1. Go to the top of the report you are searching. 2. Click on EDIT at the top of your screen 3. Next click on FIND in the edit menu. 4. When the square pops up, enter what you are looking for in the FIND WHAT ___________blank. 5. Click on DIRECTION __DOWN. 6. And last click on FIND NEXT and continue to click on FIND NEXT until you reach the end of the report. This should highlight the item that you indicated in "find what" every place it appears in the report. You must continue to click on FIND NEXT till you reach the end of the report to see all of the locations of the item indicated. If your obituary is not found here and you would like a special look up, you may send $5.00 and an self-addressed stamped envelope to: Lora Peppers - Phone (318) 327-1490 Reference Department Fax (318) 327-1373 Ouachita Parish Public Library 1800 Stubbs Ave. Monroe, LA 71201 The Ouachita Telegraph Friday, August 16, 1878 Page 3, Column 3 DIED, At Prairie Mer Rouge, La., July 21, 1878, DAVID FAULK, only son of Robert A. and Flora E. Faulk, aged 5 years and 6 months. Little David was a child of rare promise. Even a stranger would be at once struck by his precocious mind and manner, and pronounce him something remarkable. Our hearts are filled with sorrow and our sympathies reach out to enfold the stricken parents. But ah! If we can turn to some sacredly treasured lock of hair or pictured face of our own, we know that our sorrow is light and our sympathy weak. The parents alone know the full force of the desolation. To them the world is changed. The sun-light is unreal; the trees have lost their greenness; the sky its blue, and the fragrance of flowers and song of birds fall upon senses dulled and unappreciative. Home is home no longer. On every hand some little memento of the lost darling meets the eye, and the heart bleeds afresh at the sight. All the little things of his must be carefully folded, and kissed, and wept over, and put away out of sight. Scarcely until now did ever they know that every little step o this dear little life had made a foot-print on their hearts. Happy is he who at such a time can exclaim with the stricken mother of this little one: “Ah! Darling, though thou canst not come to me, still I can go to thee.” The Ouachita Telegraph Friday, November 15, 1878 Page 3, Column 2 IN MEMORIAM. There is another new-made grave in the little cemetery at Vernon. One of Jackson’s best and bravest boys is no more. The circumstances of J. Frank Allen’s untimely death are sad and affecting. In the morning he was in the bloom of life, cheerful, strong and healthy; in the evening he was mortally stricken and soon ceased to live. J. Frank Allen was born in Ouachita Parish, La., Oct. 0, 1853, and moved to Jackson Parish in March, 1866. Here he resided with his mother during his boyhood, and until within a short time of his death in Morehouse Parish, Nov. 1, 1878. He may have said to have been reared in Jackson Parish. No young man was ever raised in our midst who was more courteous, affable and obliging. He was always ready to help a friend and would go any length to further the cause of what he thought to be the welfare of his friends and country. It was this disposition that suddenly brought an end to his existence. A turbulent negro in his neighborhood had been making violent threats against the white people, and Frank and two other companions were selected to go to him, and warn him to change his course. In the gallery of this negro’s house, while asking to see him, he was murderously shot down. He died for the peace of his community. He died for Louisiana. During the short time that he lingered he died not complain of his hard lot to die o young, but only regretted he could not see his loved ones at home once more on earth. He felt that his death would not be in vain and he made no lamentations. His body was brought from Morehouse for interment at Vernon. The day of his burial was sad and beautiful – a soft Indian summer – many of our best citizens came out to testify their respect for his memory. The ladies especially were mourners, and they strewed flowers over his coffin and wept over all that was left of our once noble and gallant boy. Appropriate remarks were made by Capt. E.E. Kidd, who, at their conclusion, by request, placed within the coffin, a lady’s delicate glove – a tribute of one of Morehouse’s fairest daughters. It was her request that it should be buried with him. Mr. C. Ives of the M.E. Church performed in an impressive manner the burial service, and after the grave was filled and, the little mound of earth smoothed over, with sad hearts we all departed to engage again in the uncertain struggle of life. “How sleep the brave who sink to rest By all their country’s wishes blest! When spring with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck the hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod, Than fancy’s feet have ever trod, By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung, There honor comes a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay, And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there.” K. The Ouachita Telegraph Friday, November 8, 1878 Page 2, Column 1 Dr. Hope, of Morehouse Parish, started to Monroe one day last week, but was taken sick on the route and compelled to stop at Mr. Hayden’s. Dr. Marable, of Bastrop, was called to his assistance. Dr. Hope said he was afflicted with the same disease of which a number of people in his neighborhood have recently died under his treatment. He grew worse from day to day, the skin becoming yellow as the disease advanced. A few hours before his death black vomit appeared. Dr. Marable says it was a genuine case of yellow fever.